The war had already begun, and Zhangjiawan was lost first, and tens of thousands of Qing troops were about to collapse. There was also a scandal of the general defecting at the last minute and Mr. Beile died because of this. How could the Black Ice Platform not promote the Tartars?

Almost as Haoge's military report was sent to Yanjing, the black ice platform there also received instructions, and soon tabloids and rumors spread in Yanjing City.

The whole city was in a big uproar!

Many people can accept the defeat of the Qing army in Zhangjiawan. After all, they only have tens of thousands of people.

But the defeat they accepted was the defeat after a strong battle, not such a ridiculous defeat.

The news about Liu Liangchen and Nikan is really a blow to people.

Even those who have confidence in the Tartars have a shadow in their hearts.

However, all the gates of Yanjing City were watched, and no one could leave the city.

In the Forbidden City, all the civil and military ministers of Manchu and Han arrived.

I did not go to the main hall, but in the warm pavilion of Kunning Palace, there were pots of icebergs placed at the corners, but it still made many people sweat profusely.

Unlike the panicked Yanjing City, these senior officials in the Qing Dynasty were calm.

Although Zhangjiawan's failure suffered a considerable loss, it does not mean that the battle in Tongzhou would definitely fail, nor does it mean that the failure of Haoge's Iron Barrel Formation. Nikan's death and Liu Liangchen's defection are all unexpected factors.

Therefore, the Qing Dynasty market is still there.

Bumu Butai was confident enough and said slowly: "The Zheng thief approached the capital, and the gentry and people were frightened and uneasy. The court should speak at this time to make the gentry and people feel at ease. My Daqingguo will not be the second to Emperor Chongzhen."

If Yanjing City is lost, the Qing Dynasty's great cause will be truly severely damaged. So, those who advised her to take the little emperor to the west and hunt north will fart.

The Qing Dynasty must stand in Yanjing without moving.

"Regent, you said yes, right?"

Dorgon showed great respect, "The Empress Dowager was wise. My Qing Dynasty swept Zhu Ming in the south and suppressed Li Shun in the west. The country was in full swing. This time, it was just the main force used other places and was taken advantage of by the Zheng bandits, so he asked him to kill the capital, but it was also windless. How could he shake the big tree?"

The little emperor issued an order to reiterate the decision of the Qing Dynasty and to defend Yanjing City, and would definitely not escape.

"You guys go down."

In the back hall of Kunning Palace, Dorgon waved his hand, and Su Moer and other groups of slaves retreated.

Dorgon hugged Bumubutai and rolled onto the bed. A sound of clouds and rain that made people blush came. Su Moer, who was guarding the door outside, seemed to have never heard of it, and she was like a statue, standing on the wooden side.

Bumubutai is in his thirties. In today's era, he is absolutely half-old. With Dorgon's power, what kind of beauty can't get him? The biggest reason why he always enters the palace and goes to the dragon bed is the stimulation that makes people unable to stop.

Lying under him was Huang Taiji's Concubine Zhuang, the little emperor's mother. This kind of stimulation of identity was what Dorgon enjoyed the most.

As for my dear, that's really awesome.

"Why, are you still worried about the war?" Afterwards, Dorgon, who had entered the sage moment, said in his arms, holding Bumubutai.

"How can I feel relieved? Zheng Zhilong has reached Tongzhou." BumuButai, who was frank, no longer had the pleasure of facing court officials and civil and military officials before.

"I just reached Tongzhou, but I didn't reach the Forbidden City. Why are you panicking?"

Looking at the anxiety and uneasiness on the face of the person in his arms, Dorgon liked it even more.

He doesn't like Bumubutai's old god-like appearance.

So every time he rolled the dragon bed, he had to brew it well, and even gave her pills in advance, just to make her lose her composure...

Now seeing Bumubutai's expression, Dorgon felt comfortable. He was like drinking honey when he could make such a scheming old woman look like a little girl.

No matter how capable you are, you can win over this and that, right now, don’t you still have to rely on men?

"Even if Haoge is not good, we still have Yanjing City."

"Don't look at Emperor Chongzhen running away without fighting in the battle, the city is solid. When my brother was there, my Qing Dynasty killed several times and couldn't take it down?"

Compared with Zhu Ming, what is this "disaster" of the Qing Dynasty?

"As such a big city, hundreds of thousands of people, some young and strong people, isn't it enough to see a fire? Not to mention whether Zheng Zhilong dares to set fire to the city without restraint. Even if he dares to set fire, I'm prepared."

Water dragon teams were arranged in various places, and the staff were organized to prepare to put out the fire, demolish the houses and create isolation belts. They were all fire prevention tricks!

"What's more, there is the Twelve Brother." Even if Ajige has only come back to his senses now, half a month is enough for him to lead his troops back to help. Leaving another half of the Central Plains in Qilu and Lu to mess up half of the eastern part of Qilu. And Dorgon held tens of thousands of troops and the strong city of Yanjing, which is still a month long?

Although Zhangjiawan's defeat caused the Qing Dynasty to be hit by a blow, Dorgon didn't take it seriously at all.

...

"Kill..." A large number of musketeers rushed up with the Qing army with bayonets.

Haoge learned from the lessons learned in Cangzhou that day and laid out three defense lines outside Tongzhou City. Each defense line was no longer two lonely trenches, but many. A large number of soldiers were hidden in the trenches behind. As long as the troops in front could block the Zheng army's front in a short time, they would have enough time to rush up.

When soldiers strangled into a group of people, what needs to be tested is their true hard power.

"Puchi..." The muffled sound of the bayonet stabbing through the body came from time to time. I don't know how many Qing soldiers screamed at this moment, and how many Qing soldiers fell to the ground.

The Green Flag Soldiers were no match for them at all, and those Eight Banners and Infantry Armors became the real pillars of the Qing army.

"Brother, fight like this..."

First of all, Zheng Hongkui couldn't hold on. In his eyes, the soldiers of the Zheng army were absolutely elite soldiers. They were more likely to kill many Tartars than to know how many Tartars could be killed. But now they are fighting with Tartars in this way, which is too useless.

More importantly, it is not worth it.

"How many people have we died? How many people have we? Not to mention anything else, there are only tens of millions of Qilu. And what about the Tartars? How many people have they?"

Zheng Zhilong has already told Zheng Sen, Zheng Zhipeng, and Zheng Zhihu about this principle. Now he will tell Zheng Hongkui about this principle.

"But the progress is still slow, and the other three sides are fighting." He puts pressure on the enemy to the greatest extent.
Chapter completed!